Page 17 of Ulfar

I look up at him with tear-brimming eyes as he removes his clothes. Layer by layer, he bares himself to me, and it’s like watching the most wonderful unwrapping I’ve ever seen.

“All of this,” Ulfar says with a deep, reverent voice. “This is all for you, Sarah. What I’ve been fighting for. What I’ve been living for.” He kneels down on the bed, spreading my legs and lifting my hips to remove my bottoms.

The words roll around in my head before sinking lower, settling themselves deep in my heart.

Ulfar...I’m sorry...

He peels away the last of my clothing until I too lay bare before him, both of our bodies clasped together in the purest expression of intimacy I know. This time it is not a contractual agreement. It is not a hormonal frenzy. It is not a primal imperative to breed and claim.

It’s just me and him. Ulfar and Sarah. Alien and human. Male and female. Holding one another and reveling in each other’s touch. In each other’s presence. And as he strokes one hand over my bare skin and goosebumps appear in his wake, I shiver with the intensity of the feeling that washes over me.

It’s not the searing discomfort of the heat. It actually feels...good. A calm, flickering fire like a warm hearth after a day in the snow. A safe feeling. A protective, cozy feeling. That this is right. This is where I’m supposed to be.

And I let that warmth take me, tide me over as our bodies intertwine.

Ulfar, I love you.

And that has to be enough.

He presses kisses everywhere he can reach—my cheeks, my lips, my neck, my collarbones. I throw back my head and let out a sigh. Every place he kisses tingles under his touch, another spark in the fire that burns inside.

Ulfar moves down to my breasts, circling the nipples before taking one into his mouth. I gasp and claw at the sheets, but he holds me down with one strong arm while using the other to flick at my other breast. The sensations flooding through me this time are purely for him. No longer am I doing this out of obligation. Out of fear.

These feelings are for him and him alone.

The Syndicate is still out there. Still waiting on me to fulfill my end of the bargain. My father’s life and more hang in the balance. But for tonight, all that matters is me and him, and the bond we share.

“You are simply...” Ulfar chants as he moves lower, kissing the soft swell of my belly and spreading my thighs with his large hands. “Divine.” And when he puts his mouth down there and starts to lick, I can almost agree with him.

“Don’t stop,” I pant, fingers clenching the thick strands of his hair as I thrust my hips upward, desperate for more of him. “Don’t ever stop.”

“Stay with me, Sarah,” he moans between sucking my clit and thrusting his tongue deep inside. The pleasure twists and rises toward a peak, clenching like a spring about to unfurl. “Say you’ll stay with me, forever.”

And as he draws my clit into his mouth one last time, filling my dripping cunt with his fingers, I lose control completely. “Yes!” I scream to the heavens. To anyone who is listening. My body shakes and trembles with each aftershock, bucking against his fingers like I’m milking his cock all over again.

As the waves pass and we slow, still riding the high of connection, an idea crosses my mind. Something I haven’t had the courage to do even in a hormone-fueled frenzy, and if I’m going to be leaving him soon, I want to try it. I want him to know just how much he turns me on. So gathering the rest of my strength, I press my hands to his chest and push upward, with what I hope is a seductive grin on my face.

“Now my turn.”

“What are you—” he starts, but I nudge him to turn over and let my actions do the talking. He rolls onto his back, looking up at me with love in his eyes. His cock is still hard and jutting up against his stomach. It’s still a monster of a dick, and although my pussy was able to accommodate him, I have my doubts about my mouth.

Still, my core clenches at the thought of tasting him. Of his smooth skin stretched taut over his hardness. Of every bump and ridge on his alien member. It’s the same color as the rest of him, only an even warmer hue as it’s flushed with blood and arousal. His lips part in surprise as I take him in hand, wrapping both hands around his length.

He’s so big that even both hands can’t encompass his full length, but that’s okay—I have one last trick at my disposal. With a deep breath I lean down and lick at the rosy tip, enjoying the twitch of his cock beneath my skin. He sucks in an audible breath, hands finding purchase in the sheets while I squeeze him tighter.

“Sarah...” he moans, watching my every move. “Fuck.”

His sounds give me confidence and I take more of him into my mouth, opening as wide as I can. It’s still only the head, but I use my tongue to lap around the crown, my fingers stroking and twisting as they move up and down the shaft. He hisses, muscles tense, and I can tell just how much restraint he’s showing by not grabbing my head or thrusting into my mouth.

My clit throbs with every stroke and eases the stretch of my lips around his girth. Looking up at him through my lashes, I see him watching with pure wonder on his face.

“What’s the matter?” I say with a smirk, his head slipping out from between my lips with a pop. “The Aesirheim girls never do this?”

“No,” he pants. “Never. How did you—“

“Just one of my many talents,” I say with a smirk before going down on him again. The fact that I’m the one to do this to him brings me no small amount of pride. I may be a small human and physically weak in comparison to his people, but no one else can bring him to his knees like this. No other woman even thought to bring him pleasure like this.

And before I leave this planet, I’m going to make sure he never forgets the way I made him feel.

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